University, Week 3. I'd be lying if I said it was getting any easier, or that I no longer have to read texts two, three, four times before I begin to understand them (get stuffed, James Joyce). But...and I say this tentatively, not least because the OCD gremlins might hear it and put the mockers*… Continue reading in which things finally start to click

My MA classes started two weeks ago and while some of the initial trepidation (read: screaming anxiety) has mercifully dissipated, I still feel rather daunted by the whole thing. This week, while reading a Karl Marx essay, followed by a Dorothy Richardson short story, I felt very much as though I had forgotten how to… Continue reading I know one thing: that I know nothing